The Daily Fckcabulary: 60 Seconds of Therapeutic Sarcasm
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7 days ago
7 days ago
Alright, check this out. It's December 31st, 11:59 PM. You're supposed to be celebrating.
Popping champagne. Making resolutions. But what are you really doing?
You're scrolling through your ex's Instagram, wondering where your tax return went, and realizing you're the exact same broken person you were 364 days ago—just older and broker. Your resolutions?
That was just a to-do list for your therapist. That's not a celebration. That's a fuckear. And you know I'm right.

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Alright, check this out. You ever notice 'holiday' is just 'holy' with a day attached?
That's cute. But let me tell you what it REALLY is: It's that mandatory event where you go broke buying presents for relatives who think you're going to hell, travel 600 miles to eat turkey that tastes like a carpet, and perform happiness while your uncle explains how the moon landing was faked.
That's not a celebration. That's a fuckoliday. And you know I'm right

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Listen to me. You got this fat dude in a red suit. Breaks into your house. Eats your cookies. Judges your kids. Runs a sweatshop of midgets working for free.
We spend $400 to lie to our children about this trespasser and call it 'magic.' That's not Christmas spirit.
That's fuckanta. That's parental Stockholm syndrome with sleigh bells. And you know I'm right.

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Alright, check this out. You ever go to that relative's house for Christmas? You know the one.
They got that nativity scene set up, right? But it's not right. Baby Jesus is missing—kid probably got kidnapped by the dog.
Mary got a crack in her face that makes her look like she's seen some shit. And the manger? The manger looks like it's been through actual biblical times.
Then your drunk uncle comes through, knocks the whole thing over, and yells 'Jesus has left the building!'
That's not a nativity scene. That's a fuckanger. And you know exactly what I'm talking about.

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Alright, check this out. They call it 'yuletide'—sounds all fancy and British, like we should be wearing top hats and singing carols. But let me tell you what it REALLY is.
It's that special time between Halloween and New Year's where your credit card just... bursts into flames. Your liver sends you a formal complaint.
Your in-laws show up 'just for the weekend' and they're still there in February, reorganizing your kitchen at 6:47 AM like they pay rent. That's not a season.
That's a fucktide. And if you made it through with your sanity and your marriage intact, you deserve a trophy. A goddamn trophy.

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Alright, check this out. You ever bite into one of them candy canes? First bite—CRACK. Now you got a broken tooth.
Second lick—SLICE. Now your tongue's bleeding like you bit a razor blade. And it tastes like your grandma's perfume collection from 1987. But the REAL peppermint?
That's the schnapps. That's the rocket fuel you need when your MAGA uncle is talking about 'the war on Christmas' like he's a Fox News anchor, your vegan cousin is doing open-heart surgery on the turkey, and your mom is asking why you're still single WHILE chewing.
That's not a mint. That's a Fuckermint. And you know exactly what I'm talking about.

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Alright, listen to me. You ever been to that family dinner? I'm talking the one where your MAGA uncle just discovered memes from 2012 and thinks he's Warren Buffett?
Where your vegan cousin is giving the turkey a full Catholic funeral with hymns and everything?
Where your mom is asking why you're still single IN BETWEEN bites of green bean casserole like she's running a life audit and a taste test simultaneously?
You can't survive that sober. You need something stronger. You need that holiday sludge.
That alcoholic life support. That... fuckog. And you know exactly what I'm talking about.

7 days ago
7 days ago
"Alright, listen to me. You ever been in Target? Of course you have. December rolls around, you're just trying to grab a PS5 for your nephew, and that song comes on.
You know the one. Mariah. Carey. 'All I Want for Christmas Is You.' First time? Cute. 47th time? I wanna commit a war crime at the self-checkout.
Meanwhile, Granny Bootsy over here has her cart parked like she's guarding the nuclear football. My phone's at 2%—2%!—and my kid's in aisle 7 screaming Santa's not real like he just read some forbidden philosophy.
That's not Christmas spirit. That's a fuckarol. And you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Sunday Dec 21, 2025
The Daily Word is … Fuckament (THE 12 DAYS OF FUCKMAS - Episode 4)
Sunday Dec 21, 2025
Sunday Dec 21, 2025
"Alright, check THIS out. Your grandma gives you this ornament, right? Says it's 'priceless.' Says it survived forty years. FORTY. YEARS. It made it through Nixon, made it through wars, made it through your Uncle's second divorce—and probably a tornado. You put it on the tree, you step back, you admire it. You think, 'This is nice.'
Then Mittens—Mittens, who weighs nine pounds soaking wet—comes flying through like he's been shot out of a cannon, hits that tree like a linebacker, and now Grandma's 'priceless' memory is glitter dust on your floor. That's not an ornament, ladies and gentlemen. That's a fuckament. And you know what? Grandma's ghost is watching from heaven like, 'Well... shit.'

Saturday Dec 20, 2025
The Daily Word is … Fucktinsel ~ (THE 12 DAYS OF FUCKMAS - Episode 2)
Saturday Dec 20, 2025
Saturday Dec 20, 2025
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The tinsel that gets everywhere and reproduces in your carpet until July.
As in: "My vacuum coughed up fuckinsel from the Nixon administration.








